The silence that followed the departure of Davy and the herb doctor was thick, but it was no longer heavy with the suffocating pressure of a life-and-death crisis.
Instead, it was a quiet, intimate tension that seemed to vibrate between the two figures remaining in the dimly lit cottage.
Lin Wan was still being held firmly in Long Zhan's arms, her back pressed against his broad, solid chest. The heat emanating from his body was like a furnace, wrapping around her and grounding her in a way she hadn't felt since her separation from Wang and Qin Mo.
Despite the initial shock of her unmasking, Lin found herself sinking into the comfort of his embrace. His arms felt like impenetrable walls, a fortress that promised to keep the world's chaos at bay.
